It was all for her.
Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her, and the kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep.
This was the climax of Mildred's life.
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